Bachelorette of the Week: Olive!

World,

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I’ve decided to spice up your life a bit today with a discussion of Olives.
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Some olives are green or brown, some black. Some are spicy and some mild and a few may have a hint of added flavor. This particular variety of olive is black with a touch of white, paraplegic, and with a definite dose of delicious. She also comes dressed up in a permanently classy tuxedo, sort of like a kitty version of Annie Lennox.
 Olive of the Varietal: Feistus Catus

Olive of the Varietal: Feistus Catus

Please officially meet Olive, a feisty little tuxedo kitty who was found at the age of five weeks and raised by fosters before finding her way to Tabby’s Place, where she now slides around the floors like a snazzy little broom, both lighting up rooms and shining surfaces with her fanny as she travels to greet people.
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Olive doesn’t have any health problems, save for missing the use of her back legs, and Tabby’s Place feels that her Sweet Dreams of finding a permanent home could be realized with just the right adopter. She does wear a diaper since she can’t seem to, um, contain her urine, but don’t tease her about it because, as the saying goes, You Don’t Mess With A Missionary Cat.
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The right home for Olive would be one that would admire her for her spunk, a home that would be able to change her little diapers daily, a home that’s clean and tidy because she doesn’t like Walking On Broken Glass. Is that home yours? Wonderful! Call Tabby’s Place ASAP. Is it not? That’s ok, you can still Put A Little Love Into Your Heart and sponsor this amazing kitty while she searches for her loving forever home. Don’t leave her Waiting In Vain because the love that she’s got and is waiting to share? Money Can’t Buy It.
Don't Touch My Diaper! - Olive.

Don’t Touch My Diaper! – Olive.

Olive shining the floors with her lovely behind.

Olive shining the floors with her lovely behind.

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Love,
Crepes.
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PS. Those were all song lyrics. You weren’t hallucinating.

Bachelorette of the Week: Henrietta!

Dear Readers,
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You know how as a kid, you might have had a scruffy little teddy bear? One whose fur was worn from all the hugs and kisses you bestowed upon him, and the jelly you spilled on him and left to dry, but then licked off later when you remembered it was there?
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If you’ve ever wanted to relive that comfort but in the form of a cat, I have for you, the one, the only: Henrietta.
Henrietta: the coolest 12 year old around.

Henrietta: the coolest 12 year old around.

::applause::
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Now, Henrietta isn’t particularly set on going home with one person. You see, she has needs. Special needs. She has liver disease and is working hard to keep the ring worm at bay. There may even be a touch of lymphoma, but she hasn’t fully fessed up to it yet. She’s got a great attitude, though, despite her sad origins in a tightly-packed hoarder house. She loves people and other cats, and really, she’s quite happy where she is at Tabby’s Place.
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My point here is this: Henrietta is looking for someone to help pay her Tabby’s Place rent. Well, she’s looking for sponsors. See her as the Artur Rubenstein of cats, seeking a patron to help her keep up her lifestyle while she tickles the ivories of all who come to pet her. Her medications are expensive, and so is her hairdresser. Do you have any idea what it costs these days to get that punk ombre done just right? Do you? Henrietta is particular about her hair and you’ll notice that some days it’s black, other’s it’s silver, and now it’s kind of white in places. Tabby’s Place even described her as a little “fiber optic Christmas Tree.” It’s all part of her lifestyle, and possibly her liver disease, and she needs someone to help her keep that going.
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Henrietta has a lot of friends in her flat, and they all have numerous sponsors. But not Henrietta. For some reason, she has been overlooked by the sponsorship world. She needs to close this gap and I’m hoping that today, with the help of you, my dear readers, we can change that. Share her little teddy bear face far and wide and ask if anyone has a spare $14 a month to donate to help this lovely lady live the lifestyle she deserves. 
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For more information about sponsoring Henrietta and some fabulous writing by the ever-wonderful Angela Townsend of Tabby’s Place, click here!  You won’t be sorry. Neither will Henrietta. Or her hair.
Henrietta in her dark phase.

Henrietta in her dark phase. The food on her nose is tres chic.

Henrietta in her silver period. Outstanding. And pricey.

Henrietta in her silver period. Outstanding. And pricey.

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Love,
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Crepes.

The Hatch: A New Way To Comfort Your Pet While You Travel

Ahoy, Readers!

Today, I’d like to bring you the opportunity to learn about a product that will have excellent benefits for those with special needs pets or just regular old run of the mill pets who have all four legs, all their eyes, functional organs, etc. etc.  Today, we learn about the Hatch!

The Hatch.

The Hatch.

Now, I’m not usually one to tout the merits of a product that doesn’t yet exist, but a very kind letter was written to me by a one Jon Mirsky stating that he loved my blog (thank you), is passionate about special needs pets (good), and is hoping to launch a revolutionary new carrier that will help pets feel calmer and safer during travel. This is where he mentioned the Hatch, a carrier that will allow you to reach in and touch your pet without worrying that your friend is going to escape. Need to give a pill? Open the hatch! Want to offer a calming eyebrow rub to your kitty? Open the hatch! Need to let visiting alien ambassadors onto your ship’s deck? Open the hatch! Actually, that last one probably isn’t a feature of this particular Hatch, but you can still say it. No one will fault you.

Junior, the inspiration behind the Hatch.

Junior, the inspiration behind the Hatch.

The Hatch was a product that Jon came up with while traveling with his buddy Junior, who found his carrier unsettling and distressing. Jonathan wanted to create something that would allow a person to offer comfort and physical touch to their pet without worrying about escape or hassling with difficult snaps and zippers. And so, the Hatch was, um, hatched. It has a visual safety feature on it to show you if the hatch is indeed open and your pet is accessible to you or if it is closed and your pet is safely tucked inside with no escape possible (and I use the word “escape” in the nicest possible way.) The carrier itself is also made of “military grade ballistic nylon,” which sounds so manly and dangerous. Claws (or stumps) find it impregnable, impenetrable, and impervious to snags. Outstanding. It even has seat belt straps and packs flat for when you just want to stash it under your bed.

Sound good to you? Then now is your chance to jump on the Kickstarter to get some perks before this bad boy is released to the public. You’ll get to help fund a neat product that will offer some nice features for special needs (or normal needs) pets and get some discounts and other snazzy donor glitter, as well.

The Hatch in action.

The Hatch in action.

I wonder if my stump would fit through that Hatch…

Love,

Crepes.

FTC Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Hatch and we were paid a small fee for our time to prepare it. We only bring you items that we think are relevant to our readers’ interests and all opinions are our own.

 

Bachelorette of the Week: Ember!

Dear World,

Please meet Ember. Careful now, she’s hot and spicy and may very well burn her impression of love right into your soul. Not your carpet, though. She’s totally carpet and upholstery safe.

Look at that smolder!

Look at that smolder!

Ember’s story is a harrowing tale of the type no one wants to hear. She found a forever home once and was abandoned in an apartment with a bowl of Cheerios. I mean, I like Cheerios, too, but that’s just not right. She entered Tree House and found another home, but due to major health issues, her owner had to return her. And then, it happened again. In fact, it’s happened four times. And now, for the fifth time, Ember seeks a brazier of her own where she can light a fire in someone’s heart.

Given all this abandonment, Ember went from an easy-going, highly huggable cat to one that requires a bit of patience and understanding when approached. She’s not a huge fan of other cats, because they like to get in her space and she needs that space to practice her interpretive dance moves. In fact, she’s been given the gold medal in rhythmic gymnastics for her “mouse and ribbon” routine. Impressive.

There’s even a counselor I know at Tree House who happens to have a crush on Ember and made this little love video to her.

If you or someone you know would like to meet Ember, contact Tree House today! She’s there, smoldering.

Love,

Crepes.

The moment of concentration before she begins her interpretive dance.

The moment of concentration before she begins her interpretive dance.

Wondering if her fifth home will finally be the one.

Wondering if her fifth home will finally be the one.

PS. Our buddies at Sleepypod are having a celebration giveaway now until the 31st of October, 2015. Stop by their blog to enter and for your chance to win a Sleepypod. They are amazing. (This is not an advertisement, nor were we paid. We just like their product and think you should have a chance to win one.)